If you look carefully, you can almost see her cast.
Emma: “I’m afraid of the monsters, dad.”
John: “What are you going to do if you see a monster?”
Emma: “I’m going to scare them away. I’m going to scare them to mommy and daddy’s room.”
Emma: I found some monsters in my bag!
Emma: I’m going to turn into a balloon!
I was jumping rope, but it’s a snake!
Look at what a snake did – he ate some plums!
You scared me dad! And my pull up!
I scared her pull up?
Yeeeeah. I got nothin’.
Who knew? Here she is with her blue cast. She picked the color herself, pretty definitively, which was cute and sweet and a little surprising. She’s becoming her own person.
On the other hand, with her natural reticence, low muscle tone and gravitational insecurity, the cast is making it difficult for her to walk. She did pretty well at PT today, though.
So Emma took a little tumble off a curb while we were at an event downtown Saturday.
Turns out she broke her tibia, near her ankle. She’s been fussy, as one would expect (especially considering the cold and borderline ear infection.)
But she’s also been quite sweet and accepting of the situation.
I’m finding out that dealing with stuff like this is just taking one moment at a time. It sounds really bad to family or friends, but when we’re enmeshed in the situation, it seems quite organic and natural.
Kinda weird. But nice to know, too. One day at a time.
I found it particularly interesting the other day – we took a nap together (“in mommy and daddy’s bed”). At one point, she told me a story about her day; she fell down, hurt her foot, the doctor listened to her chest, and made her foot feel better.
That was pretty cool!
Featuring the Austin SAHDs group.